He promises to be right outside until I’m ready to go back to Drew’s. My mom hurries to greet me, looking radiant as I open the door using my key. She smiles and pulls me into her arms. “Sydney!” “Mom, you’re looking great.” I step back and admire my gorgeous mother. “Thanks Syd, you too. I had Rita prepare salmon, I hope that’s okay.” She turns and leads me into the kitchen. Rita has been my mom’s cook/head of household for the last five or six years. She pretty much keeps her house running. “That sounds great Mom, I didn’t have lunch so I’m starving. I’ll pretty much eat anything at this point.” My mom watches me carefully as she sits down at her kitchen table, two plates of grilled fish with a mixed green salad already set in place. “So, what’s up? Why aren’t you staying at your place? Drew isn’t with you, right?”
